Crap.
Now that Trask had Jett exactly where he wanted her, he was hesitant to proceed. He was getting such a good look at her assets, he felt almost light-headed; like he could stare at her all day.
He swallowed hard.
Stop prevaricating, he told himself.
He knew what had to be done.
“This is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you,” he warned honestly.
Because seriously? His dick was currently hard as a pike and smooshed between the two of them, bent at an uncomfortable angle. And his suffering was only going to get worse once he started delivering Jett’s punishment. His erection was going to take that personally.
Wait.
First he had to make sure she was up for what he was about to dole out.
He sat still for one minute, then another…
Had Jett just raised her ass an almost imperceptible inch? Was her respiration now showing…excitement?
Damn.Trask suddenly hoped that Jett was on board with this, because he certainly planned to give it his all.
His palm smoothed over her warm skin, and he watched goosebumps rise.
Sweet.
And she didn’t flinch away.
He swept his palm over her skin once again, but before Jett could get too comfortable under his gentle touch, he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack on one cheek.
Jett yelped, then eeped as he quickly laid another on her opposite side.
“You’ll regret this,” she snapped fervently from between clenched teeth as Trask brought down another spank, but she sounded…breathless, and wiggled down onto his cock.
Trask’s pulse ticked up.
He was damned enthralled with the way Jett’s skin reddened so nicely, and after a few more open-palmed slaps, he was a goner. She’d long since stopped complaining and had began moaning.
Any residual annoyance Trask had maintained from her actions earlier, was suddenly vanquished.
He wanted more of those appreciative groans.
He began changing his approach from punishment to…enticement.
He ran his palm lightly over Jett’s flanks, enjoying their twitch. He landed a few more light blows; alternating spots to maximize her pleasure. He bent and kissed the heat he’d raised as she whimpered, totally unprepared when she ground down even more into his burgeoning dick.
Her actions knocked Trask for a loop.
It was completely unexpected.
“More,” she hissed, using his prick for added stimulation.
Trask knew he should stop; knew she was getting the upper hand, even though he had the advantage physically. He’d felt the tables turn, and feared she now had all the power.
But…fuck it.
He let her hands go, reached between them into his briefs, and straightened himself out. If they were doing this, Trask would make sure they’d both got the most out of it.
